Maladroit is fucking great - and deserves to be drinking at the same bar as Blue and Pinkerton, although it has to buy the drinks. How Green has a generally higher rep than Maladroit frankly baffles me.

i hate to sound like an old person here but
1) i imagine weezer wanna make a quick buck too
2) i imagine i will buy all of these and love them
3) i imagine Epitaph will make a much nicer product, with a greater attention to detail than some fast buck grabbing major label
4) people got rents to pay, yo

Not so. Not this time anyway. Cheapo jewel case, 4 sided insert and shoddy typography. Not that I give a stuff about this stuff myself, but Geffen did issue some really nice looking Weezer deluxe editions.

its simple pop rock with loud choruses, it's not as good as their first 2 LPS but I think this could be their 3rd or 4th best effort... just because it's actually consistent and has a couple of strong moments..... lacks a killer single though.

If this album had Pork & Beans on it then it would of been much better.

but there are some things that are just facts, if you are into alt-college-indie-whateveryouwanttocallit-rock (and if you are on this board chances are you do), and you can't recognise the near flawlessness of their first two albums, then you are a straight up liar

I think it's the strongest thing musically that they've done in ages. But the lyrics... I just can't shake the feeling that he's having a contest with himself to write increasingly inane shite and see if we'll still buy it. "Trainwrecks" is like the Big Epic Ballad on a Simple Plan album.

'Dear daddy, I write you in spite of fears of silence.
You cleaned up, found Jesus, Things are good also I hear.
This bottle of Stevens awakens ancient feelings...
Like father, Step-Father...
This song is drowning in the blood!'

lyrics don't have to be smart, and they don't have to be sincere... but I just can't help but feel that he's taking the piss out of us a bit.
Like going out with someone really rich but really stupid - you need their money, but they're so dumb you can't help yourself winding them up for the hell of it.
Or something.